October 6, 2011

If you're headed over to the Pan American Games in Guadalajara heading east from Morelia, there is a portion of the drive on the cuaota near Huaniqueo that always has something special at dawn. Sometimes it's fog, sometimes it's flowers, on this particular morning it was water in the fields reflecting the warm glow of the day's beginning.

Sometimes All It Takes is a Photograph

My first year in Mexico, I saw a postcard of the Chorros de Varal waterfalls in Michoacan and the next free weekend went looking for them with a friend. We had to ask directions time and time again. As we got close, we drove through cane fields that looked nothing like the postcard. No signs anywhere. We parked in back of someone's house and they pointed us to a canyon. We went down the flights of uneven steps and ended up in a small piece of paradise. All because of a photograph.